I looking for. It is believed that I did not realize. But I see everything. Dance for me. Move your hips so sensual that way for me to watch. For me to come to it. Wants you to whisper in her ear. That makes you mad. Want to feel lost. Wake up tomorrow full of satisfaction. With the empty conscience. And the full experience. Throw me to me then feel guilty for having done so well. Want me to come. And I also want. But not a good idea. I do not want to end up like always. I want to find my limits. How I can take? Who will fall first? She seems not to give up. With each move a little closer. I give him a sip of my drink and I pretend not to be attracted to the way they move their arms. Suddenly, he comes to me. No dancing. But walking on those heels you know how much money you have cost. Smile. Coming for me. Got a cigarette? I say no. To be sure someone out that is. I do not smoke. I have left. Farewell with a smile identical to the previous. I suppose now invents another excuse to keep me. But instead, listen to me. He leaves. I can not believe. Do has moved away why not smoke? Could it be that boys who smoke are better? More sexy? Would you like more? Well go fuck law. Thanks rob Government incredible moments in my life. Thanks for firing a cigar in our lives. For pickups offer smokers could take me. Prevent us from relating. For make it hard to do what we want and force us to be healthier. But I think I'm going for a while outside to smoke a piti.
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